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Digital Image File Name: 
142164
Source Call Number: 
V.a.125
Source Title: 
A book of verses collected by me, R. Dungarvan [manuscript].
Image Details: 
Part I. When reading Part I, Part II is inverted and reversed.
Source Creator: 
Burlington, Richard Boyle, Earl of, 1612-1698, compiler.
Source Created or Published: 
ca. 1630
Physical Description: 
folio 11 verso || folio 12 recto
Digital Image Type: 
FSL collection
Hamnet Catalog Link: 
http://hamnet.folger.edu/cgi-bin/Pwebrecon.cgi?BBID=229445
Transcription: 
Hee was our guid to Leister saue one mile There was his dwelling where wee staid awhile. And dranck stale beere I thinke was neuer new Which a browne wench which brought it vs did brew. And now wee are at Leister where I shall Lep 'ore 6 steeples and one Hospitall Twice told, those great landma ^r kes I doe refer To Camden s eye England s Corographer. Let vs obserue 'othe Amens Heraldrie Who being asked what Henrie that should bee That was their founder duke of Lancester Answer'd t'was Iohn of Gaunt I assure you S i r And soe confuted all the walls that Saide Henrie of Grismonde this foundation Laide. The next thing to bee noted was our cheare Enlarg'd with 7 & 6 bread & beare. But o you wretched tapsters as you are, Who reckon by your number not your beare. And set false figures for all companies Abusing innocent meales with oathes & lyes Forbeare your cosening to diuines that come Least they bee thought to drincke all that you some. Spare not the Layitie in reckning thus But surelie theft is scandalous to vs. Away my Muse from this base subiect know Thy Pegasus nere stroake his foote soe boe. page break 12 Is not th 'vsurping Richard buried here That King of hate & therefore slaue of feare. Drag'd from the fatall field Bosworth , where hee Lost life & what hee liu'd for, crueltie. Search find his name; but there is none o King Remember whence your power & vastnesse springs If not as Richard now; soe shall you bee, Who hath noe tombe but scorne & memorie. And though from his one store Wolsey meight haue A Pallace [f] or [his] a Colledge for his graue And though from his one store what [And though from his one store that] Yet there hee lies inter'ed, as if all Of him to bee remembred were his fall. Nothing but earth to earth noe pompious waite Vpon him but a pible or a quaite. If thou art thus neclected, what Shall wee Hope after death who are but shreds of thee. Holde William cals to horse, Will iam is hee Who though hee neuer saw 3 score & three Ore recons vs in age as hee before In beere, & will baite nothing of 4 score. And hee commaunds as if the warrant came From the ^good Earle himselfe of Nottingame . There wee crosst Trent & on the other Side Payde for S t Andrew, & vp hill wee ride, Where wee obserued the cunning men. [..] like moles Dwelt not in houses but were earth in holes
Credit: 
Transcriptions made by Shakespeare's World volunteers (shakespearesworld.org), participants in EMROC classes and transcribathons (emroc.hypotheses.org), participants in Folger paleography classes and transcribathons, and Folger docents.